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FALSE CHEVALIER 


OR, THE LIFEGUARD OF 
MARIE ANTOINETTE 


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By W. D. LIGHTHALL. 


THE FALSE CHEVALIER. 


CHAPTEE I. 

THE EUK-TRADER^S SON. 

The son of the merchant Lecour was a handsome 
youths and there was great joy in the family at his 
coming home to St. Elphege. For he was going to 
France on the morrow; it was with that object that 
his father had sent to town for him — the little walled 
town of Montreal. 

It was evening, early in May, of the year 1786. 
According to an old custom of the French-Canadians, 
the merchant, surrounded by his family, was bestow- 
ing upon his son the paternal blessing. It was a 
touching sight — the patriarchal ceremony of bene- 
diction. 

The father was a tine type of the peasant. His 
features might, in the strong chiaroscuro of the can- 
dle-light, have stood as model for some church 
fresco of a St. Peter. His dress was of grey country 
homespun, cut in a long coat, and girded by a many- 
coloured arrow-pattern sash, and on his feet he wore 
a pair of well-worn beef-skin moccasins. 

His son was some twenty years of age, and his 
mien and dress told of the better social advantages 


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of the town. Indeed^ his costume^ though somewhat 
worn^ had marks of good fashion. 

His younger sister (for he had two^ of whom one 
was absent), and his mother, a lively, black-eyed wo- 
man, who dressed and bore herself ambitiously for 
her station, gazed on him in fond pride as he knelt. 

My son,^^ the merchant said reverently, his 
hands outstretched over his boy, the Almighty keep 
and guard thee; may the blessing of thy father and 
thy mother follow thee wherqver thou goest.^^ 

Amen,^^ the son responded. 

He rose and stood before his parent with bent 
head. 

The old man exhorted him gravely on the dan- 
gers before him— on the ruffians and lures of Paris, 
and the excitements of youth. He warned him to 
attend to his religious duties, and to do credit to his 
family and their condition in life by respectful and 
irreproachable conduct. Hever forget,^^ he con- 
cluded, in words which the young man remembered 
in after years, that the Eternal Justice follows us 
everywhere, and calls us to exact account, either on 
earth or in the after life, for all our acts.^^ 

But here LecouPs solemn tone ceased, and he 
continued — How, Germain, I must explain to you 
more closely the business on which I have sent for 
you so suddenly. The Horth-West Company, who, as 
you know, command the fur-trade of Canada, have 
word that a new fashion just introduced into Paris 
has doubled the demand for beaver and tripled the 
price. They are hurrying over all their skins by 
their ship which sails in ten days to London from 


THE FUR-TRADEE’S SON. 


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Quebec. I have space on a vessel which goes direct 
to Dieppe the day after to-morrow3 and can therefore 
forestall them by about two weeks. I have gathered 
my winter stock into the boats you will see at our 
landing; and your mother, who has always been so 
eager to send you to France, has persuaded me to 
have you as my supercargo. Go, my boy; it is a 
great opportunity to see the world.^^ 

Yes, my Germain, at last,^^ wife Lecour ex- 
claimed joyfully, throwing her arms around his neck, 
^^at last you -will set eyes on Versailles, and my 
dreams about you will come true! 

The youth himself was in a daze of smiles and 
tears. 

The chamber in which they were was the living- 
room of the house. Its low ceiling of heavy beams, 
its spotlessly sanded floor, carpeted with striped cata- 
logue, its pine table, and home-made chairs of elm, 
were common sights in the country. But a tall, 
brass-faced London clock in one corner, a cupboard 
fuller than usual of blue-pattern stone-ware in an- 
other, a large copper-plate of the Descent from the 
Cross,’^ and an ebony and ivory crucifix on the walls, 
were indications of more than average prosperity. 

So thin was population throughout Canada in 
those days that to leave the banks of the St. Law- 
rence almost anywhere was to leave human habita- 
tion. The hamlet of St. Elphege was part of the 
half-wild parish of Repentigny. The cause of its ex- 
istence was its position some miles up the Assump- 
tion, as a gateway of many smaller rivers tributary 
to the latter, which itself was tributary to the River 


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of Jesus; and that in turn, less than a mile further 
on, to the vast St. Lawrence. It flourished on the 
trade of wandering tribes from up the Achigan, the 
Lac-Ouareau, the St. Esprit, and the Rouge, and on 
the sale of supplies to rude settlers above and the 
farmers below. It flourished by the energy of one 
man — this man, its founder, the Merchant Lecour. 
He had started life with small prospects; his ideas 
were of the simplest, and he was at first even a com- 
plete stranger to writing and flgures. In his youth 
a common soldier in the levies of the Marquis de 
Montcalm on the campaigns towards Lake Champlain, 
he had acquired favour with his colonel by his steadi- 
ness, had been given charge of a canteen, and in 
dispensing brandy to his comrades had found it pos- 
sible to sell a few small articles. The defence of 
New France against the British collapsed on the in- 
vestiture of Montreal by Sir Jeffrey Amherst in 1760. 
The French army surrendered, and part of it was 
shipped back to the motherland. Lecour remained, 
and shouldering a pedlaFs pack, plodded about the 
country selling red handkerchiefs, sashes, and jack- 
knives to the peasantry. Being attracted by the con- 
venience of the portage for dealings with the Indians 
of the north, he selected a spot in the forest 
and built a little log dwelling. Success followed 
from the first. Beaver-skins rose into fabulous de- 
mand in Europe for cocked hats, and made the for- 
tunes of all who supplied them. The streams behind 
LecouFs post were teeming with heaver-dams. He 
easily kept his monopoly of the trade, and several 
times a year would send a fleet of boats down to 


THE FUE^THADER’S SON. 


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Quebec^ which returned with goods imported from 
Europe. Finally he extended his dealings through- 
out the Province into varied branches of business, 
and the Merchant of St. Elphege became the 
household name with the French-Canadians. The 
home of the Lecours — half dwelling, half vaulted 
warehouse— was one of four capacious provincial 
stone cottage buildings, standing about a quadrangu- 
lar yard, each bearing high up on its peak a date 
and brief inscription, one of which read A Dieu la 
Gloire! To God the Glory. 

Just at the end of the family scene previously de- 
scribed, a noise was heard without, the latch was 
lifted, and a troop of LecouFs neighbours and de- 
pendants pushed in, an old fiddler at their head, who, 
clattering forward in sabots, removed his blue tuque 
from his head, and politely bowed to Lecour. 

Father,^^ he said, these young people ask your 
permission to give a dance in honour of Monsieur 
Germain.^^ 

The Lecours appreciated the honour; the room 
was cleared, music struck up, and festivity was soon 
in progress. What a display of neat ankles and deft 
feet in moccasins! What a clattering of sabots and 
shuffling of beefs ! The perspiration rolled ofi 
the brow of the musician, and young Lecour was 
whirling round like a madcap with the daughter of 
the ferryman of Repentigny, when the latch was 
again lifted, and the door silently opened. 

Every woman set up a shriek. The threshold 
was crowded with Indians in war-paint! 

All the settlers knew that paint and its dangers. 


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The dancers drew back to one side of the room, 
and some opened the door of the warehouse adjoin- 
ing and took refuge in its vaulted shadows. But 
Lecour himself, the former soldier, was no man to 
tremble. Come in,^^ he said, without betraying a 
trace of any feeling. 

Seven chiefs stalked grimly across the floor in 
single file, carrying their tomahawks and knives in 
their hands, their great silver treaty medals hanging 
from their necks, and their brightly dyed eagle feath- 
ers quivering above their heads, and six sat down 
opposite Lecour on the floor. Their leader, Ato- 
tarho. Grand Chief of Oka, stood erect and silent, an 
expression of warlike flerceness on his face. , 

Atotarho! exclaimed the merchant. 

It is the Grand Chief answered. Where 
is the young man? 

Here,^^ replied Germain, stepping forward with 
a sangfroid which pleased his father. He faced the 
powerful Indian. 

Atotarho shook his tomahawk towards the ceil- 
ing, uttered a piercing war-whoop, and commenced 
to execute the war-dance, chanting this song in his 
native Six-Hation tongue — 

“Our forefathers made the rule and said: ‘Here they are to 
kindle a fire ; here at the edge of the woods.’ ” 

One of the chiefs drummed on a small tom-tom. 
The chant continued — 

“ Show me the man ! 

“ Hail, my grandsires ; now hearken while your grand-children 
cry unto you, you who established the Great League. 
Come back, ye warriors, and help us. 


THE FUR-TRADER’S SON. 


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“ Come back ye warriors, and sit about our Council. Lend us 
your magic tomahawks. Lend us your arrows of flint. 
Lend us your knives of jade. I am the Great Chief, but 
ye are greater chiefs than I. 

“ Of old time the nations wandered and warred. 

‘‘Ye were wonderful who established the Great Peace. 

“ Assuredly six generations before the pale-faces appeared, ye 
smoked the redstone pipe together, giving white wampum 
to show that war would cease. 

“ Thenceforth ye bound the nations with a Silver Chain ; ye 
built the Long House ; ye established the Great League. 

“First Hiawatha of the Onondaga nation proposed it; then 
Dekanawidah of the Mohawks joined him ; then Atotarho, 
my mighty ancestor. 

“ First the Mohawks ; then their younger brothers, the Oneidas^ 
joined them ; then the Cayugas ; then the Onondagas ; then 
the Senecas; and then the Tuscaroras were added. Vic- 
torious were the Six Nations I ” 

With a piercing cry of triumph the chiefs sprang 
np and brandished their tomahawks. 

“ Then we took the sons of the Wyandots, the Fries, the Algon- 
quins. Wherever we found the son of a brave man we 
adopted him. Wherever we found a brave man we made 
him a chief. 

“ Here is the son of a brave man, our friend. Let us adopt 
him. Be ye his grandsires, oh ye chiefs of old ! 

“ He is a brave man ; let us make him a chief. Our forefathers 
said : ‘ Thither shall he be led by the hand, and shall be 
placed on the principal seat.’ 

“ Smoke the peace-pipe with us, chiefs of old, Hiawatha, De- 
kanawidah, Atotarho, us who bear your names to-day, be- 
ing descended of your blood through the line of the mother. 

“Brighten the Silver Chain, extend the Long House, smoke 
the magic pipe, sharpen his tomahawk, for he is a son of 
your League, and shall sit with you in the Council for 
ever, bearing the name of Arahseh, ‘ Our Cousin,’ and the 
totem of the Wolf. 

“ Smoke the peace-pipe, Arahseh, ‘ Our Cousin.’ ” 


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The tom-tom beat furiously and the six chiefs^ 
leaping up and circling round Germain, struck the 
air with their tomahawks and cried together — 

“ Continue to listen 
Ye who are braves ; 

Ye who established the Great League, 

Continue to listen.” 

They gave the peace-pipe to Germain, and again 
seating themselves in semicircle, gravely passed it 
from lip to lip. 

Gradually the settlers during these rites began to 
learn by those who understood Iroquois, the friendly 
nature of the fierce-looking actions of the savages 
and gazed with delight while the merchant's son was 
made a chief. 

Thus out of a semi-savage corner of the world 
Germain Lecour was launched on his voyage to Eu- 
rope, which commenced at the head of the boats of 
his father next morning when the dawn first car- 
mined the sky through the forests. 


CHAPTER LIII. 


EETKIBUTION ACCOMPLISHED. 

When Gyrene was pushed out of the outer portal 
of the prison she was met by her good friend the 
patriot Hugues la Tour. 

Do not despair/^ said he. My influence is 
great; he shall yet he saved.^^ 

Oh, for the love of God, try, citizen,^^ she 
sobbed. Supporting her, he signed for a fiacre and 
drove her to his room not far away, where he left 
her with the housekeeper, and bidding her trust in 
him, flew back and obtained an interview with Lecour 
in his cell. He explained the object of his visit and 
the history of his connection with Gyrene. 

And now I am come to return her life for life,^^ 
he. ended. 

But mine is not worth Germain answered 
soberly. Save hers. How can you risk yourself 
for me? I was once the cause of your condemna- 
tion.^^ 

What matters that ? It was but what was be- 
lieved right at the time. In our glorious Revolution 
we do not think of revenge; we only seek to strike 
at the enemies of human rights. You are not really 

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an aristocrat. Plead that before the judges your lib- 
erty will not be hard for me to obtain.^^ 

Noble-hearted man 

Take care — the word ^ noble ^ is forbidden.^^ 

You are generous, citizen. My conscience tells 
me it would be base to do as you urge. After pluck- 
ing lifers blossoms as an aristocrat I must grasp the 
thorns.^^ 

Nothing could save him from his determination. 
He had lived as an aristocrat — it was incumbent on 
him, he said, not to shirk death as one. 

At last Lecour left him and sought for the Ad- 
miral. He could not find the latter until about 
two oYlock, and then at the prison. The Concierge 
said he was in the courtyard and La Tour found him 
engaged in a singular business. 

The woman^s courtyard was separated by an iron 
railing some fifteen feet long from the men^s. Here 
the imprisoned ladies communicated with their male 
friends as gaily as if each were not foredoomed. The 
Faubourg St. Germain was transferred to the con- 
cierge. The toilets were the freshest and the man- 
ners most well-bred in Paris. The guillotine was the 
subject of facetious remarks up to the very hour of 
parting for the mockery of the trial below, and at 
evening vows of love were breathed between the bars. 
La Tour found a crowd on both sides enjoying the 
cramped promenade. Amid this crowd was a 
sheep — one of those vile spies who acted the part 
of pretending to be a fellow-prisoner of the rest in 
order that he might entrap them into unguarded ex- 
pressions and denounce them. 


RETRIBUTION ACCOMPLISHED. 


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The Sans-culottes commissioners were selecting 
their daily list of victims at random. In doing so 
they seized the sheep.^^ The Admiral was pres- 
ent and the sheep appealed to him, protesting 
his occupation. The Admiral only laughed at 
him. 

Correct/^ said he to the guard, chuckling, and 
the guard needed no more. They began to drag the 
sheep away. 

The sheep was Jude. 

I am yours — you promised me my life,^^ he des- 
perately screamed back. The Admiral smiled con- 
temptuously; his eyes were very bright and hard. 

I promised that Repentigny should die first; 
you afterwards; I grant you the privilege of going 
second.^^ The Sans-culottes^ their noisy laughs re- 
sounding through the corridor and echoed by the 
baying of the mastiffs, dragged the spy away. 

La Tour could not move the Admiral to any 
leniency for Germain. The bandit followed each of 
his prayers by a sinister silence. At length La Tour 
was compelled by lack of time to give up and speed 
to the revolutionary tribunal itself, in session under- 
neath. He was just in time to make his appeal, 
for Lecour was already brought before the jury and 
the five judges. 

The strenuous efforts of Hugues were nullified by 
the persistent refusal of the Canadian to take advan- 
tage of the device proposed to him by his would-be 
preserver — of declaring himself a non-aristocrat. La 
Tour vehemently urged him at least to cry — Vive 
la Repuhlique I At that Lecour seemed to conceive 


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an idea^ and stepping forward^ cried instead in a voice 
of decision — 

Long live the Ehng! 

His sentence was signed immediately. 

Sanson^s death-carts rolled into the courtyard. 
The hour for the daily public show had arrived. The 
rest of the prisoners on trial were peremptorily shoved 
through the mill of condemnation and all were hus- 
tled up to the toilette of the executioner. Hands 
tied, hair cut, feet bared, half a dozen were pushed 
up into each cart, seated three on a side, and the 
carts set out. Seven in the line, the roughest, rudest 
vehicles in the town, they jerked over the uneven 
cobbles, rumbled across the Pont-Neuf, and crept 
along the Rue de la Monnaie and then along the Rue 
Honore, regardless, both they, their carters, their 
executioner’s men, and their Dragoon escorts, of the 
agony they freighted. The streets themselves wore 
unfeeling faces. The merchants had closed their 
shutters and across the fagades of many houses were 
large inscriptions such as The Republic Ohe and 
Indivisible,” Libeety, Equality, Frateknity, 
or Death’’ And the sun poured down its untem- 
pered rays on the condemned. But more pitiless 
than carts or streets or sun were the coarse Jacobins 
who ran alongside. 

With what fine wit they shouted — 

^^Long live the razor of the Republic! ” 

A newsvendor began to sing, and was joined in 

chorus Uuillotin, 

That great medecin 
Love of human kind 
Preoccupies his mind.” 


RETRIBUTION ACCOMPLISHED. 


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As to the company of the lost in the carts^ they 
consisted of a strange variety. In the firsts the prin- 
cipal persons were a majestic woman and her two 
daughters^ sitting erect, with hands tied, costumed 
freshly and invested still with the old carefulness of 
manner; hut the eyes of the youngest were staring 
with horror. There was a large dog in the same 
cart, condemned for carrying despatches. In the 
next a National Assembly-man, betrayed by Kobes- 
pierre, tore his hair and raved on his fate. Oppo- 
site him two poor sewing-women, falsely accused by 
a neighbour, sat helplessly, their eyes shut, their lips 
incessantly repeating prayers; by their side a boy of 
eight, with bright, fair features, sobbing, his little 
hands tied, as the executioner’s man showed the 
crowd with a laugh. His crime was that his father 
had been a Count. Third came the cart containing 
Germain, to whom all eyes were directed. On the 
seat opposite him was Jude, frantically entreating 
the saints, the driver, the guards, and the crowd to 
take pity on his soul. 

Buy the bulletin of the revolutionary tribunal ; 
judgments of to-day! The horrible aristocrat Ee- 
pentigny brought to justice! Here he is! here is the 
one who defied the jury! ” 

Bodyguard of Capet! ” 

Here is the one who killed Bee and Caron!” 
shrilled Wife Gougeon. 

Long live the Galley-on-Land! ” 

These cries gradually roused Lecour, and for the 
first time, putting it all together and recognising 
faces, he realised the truth of the Admiral’s boast 


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that he had been pursued all these years by the crew 
about him — the organisation of the cave of Fontaine- 
bleau. The long-lit hatred of so many eyes stabbed 
his heart to the quick. Yet of the inward Passion 
of his journey there was no outward appearance. He 
sat quiet of visage^ clinging to the one underlying 
thought that he had been able to free Cyrene. Alas! 
how long even yet could it be before she would be 
riding the same ride? 

Suddenly Abbe Jude in front of him lost his 
frantic gestures and sobbed violently. Germain put 
aside his own concerns, and bending over, whispered 
gently, Courage, my brother, for a little.'’^ 

Admit even now that you are not an aristo- 
crat,^^ cried Hughes from beside the cart, and I 
will move heaven and earth to reprieve you.^^ 

But Germain went steadily forward. 

The Place de la Revolution, now completely 
transformed into the Place de la Concorde, that or- 
nament of Paris, was then unpaved and unfinished. 
In the middle stood a plaster statue of Liberty and 
near it the gaunt machine of fear — a plank plat- 
form reached by a narrow stair having a single hand- 
rail, and, pointing out of it towards the sky a pair 
of tall beams between which, on touching a spring, 
the knife fell on the neck of the condemned. 

From early morning Cyrene had been waiting, 
racked with fear, at the house of La Tour on one of 
the small streets not far from the Place. At the 
sound of the shouts which showed that an execution 
liad begun, she flew there and by despairing force 
crushed her way through thousands of spectators, 


RETHIBUTION ACCOMPLISHED. 


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towards the guillotine, on whose platform figures 
could already be seen appearing and falling one by 
one. She moaned and gasped at each fresh obstacle 
to her frantic efforts. Her lips were white, her eyes 
staring. 

The patriotesses, who sat knitting on the stand 
erected near the machine for their daily delectation, 
agreed that she was an excellent diversion. 

All at once her difficulty in pushing forward 
ceased and the brutes around her made way. 

Give her a good place,^^ she heard one cry, and 
many hands impelled her to the foot of the guillo- 
tine. Bloated faces, wicked jests, fists grasping pipes 
and bottles, a tumult of the coarse and passionate, 
swayed about her, organised under one being, the 
Admiral, jeering in his low power. ISTever had his 
head, his face, shown more completely their resem- 
blance to a skull. 

As he stretched up his arm with a gesture of fe- 
rocious, gleeful malice, the wretches around the scaf- 
fold, as one man, broke into intoxicated laughter, 
joined hands and swayed in and out in the popular 
dance — 

“ Hurrah for the sound 
Of the cannon.” 

Meanwhile two of his henchmen held Gyrene be- 
fore him. 

Look! he cried to her. See! and pointed 
up to the guillotine. Her eyes involuntarily fol- 
lowed. 

She saw the flash of the descending blade. Wild 
and speechless, she hung petrified on the arms of the 


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two men holding her. But now she was oblivious 
of everything except that another head^ another 
form, far above all else to her, wns on the platform. 
His face was pallid, his bearing sweet, solemn, and 
brave. 

De'ath to the aristocrat! shouted the excited 
mob. His lips moved with a brief appearance of 
words. Had she been closer she would have heard 
him say quietly: It is just.^^ 

The executioner Sanson turned from the last 
victim and seized him. At the very instant he felt 
the grasp he caught sight of the face of his beloved, 
held there in the grasp of the two Jacobins. 
This was the crowning agony. The immensity of 
his retribution swept over him in an overwhelming 
flood. 

Oh, God, does Justice require this too?^^ he 

cired. 

Sanson^s sinewy assistants thrust him against an 
upright plank. In the last remnants of her con- 
gested, distorted vision, Gyrene saw the bright knife 
fall like a lightning vengeance. 

At night in the Cemetery of the Madeleine near 
by La Tour, searching anxiously with a lantern, found 
her lying across the common trench into which the 
bodies and heads of the executed were indiscrimi- 
nately thrown and hastily covered. There, her arms 
stretched across as if to embrace as much of it as 
she could, her wonderful golden majesty of hair 
strewn upon them, her white complexion still daz- 
zling in its purity, her blue eyes half closed, lay the 
fiancee of the false Eepentigny. Her soul had flown 


RETRIBUTION ACCOMPLISHED. 


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to be blent with that of him who had suffered his 
punishment, in the bosom of God, the place of social 
justice, where all ambition and all forgiveness melt 
satisfied and surpassed in Love Divine. 

A wave of the Revolution swept out to India. 
In Mahe, under the eyes of the new Golden Dog, 
Philibert killed the Marquis de Repentigny. 


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